And he never saw his bonny ladye!
13
‘O wae betide the frush saugh wand!
And wae betide the bush of brier!
It brake into my true-love’s hand,
When his strength did fail, and his limbs did tire.
14
‘And wae betide ye, Annan Water,
This night that ye are a drumlie river!
For over thee I’ll build a bridge,